I had been so panicked and disoriented that I didn’t realize the arms holding me were so familiar. But then, the deep voice came—
"Hiss, let go, it's me." The recognition hit me all at once.
It was James.
The warmth of his body, the soothing pine scent that lingered in the air, finally grounded me. I’d been so tense, too focused on the chaos, that I hadn't even noticed how close he was.
My body sagged into his arms, the tension leaving me as I realized who it was. But then my mind caught up with the situation, and I stiffened again. My heart hammered in my chest, and I bit my lip, still trying to process everything that had just happened. I had bitten him, and the reality of it hit me as I saw the blood.
"Why is there so much blood?" I blurted, my voice laced with surprise and guilt.
I had barely even bitten him that hard, had I? But there it was, blood dripping down his hand, staining it.
James shook off his hand, c
I felt my pace slow down as I followed Aunt Tian through the hospital. My heart was racing, and the closer we got to the obstetrics and gynaecology department, the more my nerves grew. I couldn’t understand why we were headed here. Xander was in the children's ward—was something wrong with him? Or was it Grandma?I hesitated, unsure of what was happening. The air felt thick with tension, and I stood frozen, anxiety tightening my chest.Aunt Tian must have sensed my hesitation because she turned around and came back to pull me forward."Madam, please move quickly. Don't let the old lady and the doctors wait anxiously."But I couldn’t move."Aunt Tian, what's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Isn't Xander in the children's ward? Or is the old lady not feeling well? Why are we going to the obstetrics and gynaecology department?"She finally relented, understanding my confusion, and began to explain."It’s n
I looked down at Susan Wenger, my body stiff with disbelief. And then, I laughed.Not because anything was funny—but because I finally realized just how foolish I had been.I had actually worried that Madam Ferguson would really force Susan to have an abortion. I had thought that maybe Susan would finally admit the truth to save herself. But no—she was still playing her games, still pretending to be the victim.And I? I was the biggest fool of them all.Of course, Susan had already informed James. Of course, she had been stalling, waiting for him to come and rescue her. I had been so focused on the old lady’s anger, on the chaos unfolding before me, that I hadn’t even seen it.Susan Wenger was always one step ahead, always ready with her next move."Brother James, please save me, save the baby. I won't fight with my sister for anything. Why do you have to get rid of my baby? What did he do wrong? It hurts so much..."
The old lady was caught off guard by what had happened and was exhausted. Looking at Mr. Ferguson and Hellen Ferguson, who were obviously biased towards each other, the old lady felt frustrated and helpless.There were outsiders present who followed suit to persuade the old lady, and she had no choice but to do anything, and her anger gradually subsided."James, why don't you take Susan to the ward and find a doctor to see her right away, before anything really happens to her,"Hellen Ferguson urged, especially when she saw that Susan Wenger was so weak that she seemed unable to open her eyes, she became worried and anxious. After all, the baby in Susan Wenger's belly is her hope to save her youngest son.Mr Ferguson also said in a deep voice:"Stop embarrassing yourself here, get her out of here quickly."Just as James Ferguson was about to take a step, Mrs. Ferguson suddenly said,"Wait!"Everyone looked at the old lady, but she turned around and looked at me, I was pushed to the ed
ZeldaThe air in the hospital corridor felt heavy and thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, preparing to leave with Grandma when James Ferguson spoke."I'll come with you to send Grandma back."I frowned, caught off guard by his sudden offer. His voice held an unfamiliar tone—was it sincerity? Guilt? I couldn’t tell.Instead, I folded my arms and met his gaze with a blank expression."You should stay here and take care of Miss Susan," I replied coolly.James sneered. "You are so generous."I rolled my eyes, unwilling to humour whatever twisted logic he was playing at. I turned away, dismissing him, but Grandma wasn’t one to hold back."Get lost! Can't you see that Zelda doesn't like you?!" she snapped.James, unfazed, simply slid one hand into his pocket and reached out with the other to hold the elevator door open for us."Then it's okay for Grandma to see me."Grandma let out a laugh, sharp and full of mockery."Which eye of yours saw th
ZeldaI stood just outside the door, the delicate tray of calming tea in my hands, but my attention was completely consumed by the heated exchange inside. I heard James's voice—powerful, confident, and yet somehow it struck a chord deep within me. His words rang in my ears.“I can’t let her marry any man other than me.”I froze. My breath caught in my throat, and my hand tightened on the tray. It was ridiculous how much those words made my heart race. I should’ve been used to his possessiveness by now, but hearing him say it out loud, so forcefully—it made me wonder.Does he still care?The thought flitted through my mind before I could push it away. I bit my lip, my mind racing as I tried to rationalize it. It wasn’t love—it couldn’t be. It was just his need for control, his arrogance, his overwhelming desire to keep things his way. Even if I was no longer his wife, James Ferguson was the same possessive man he had always been. His words meant nothing, absolutely nothing more than th
The throbbing in my hand was a dull reminder of James’ grip. I yanked it away, my fury bubbling to the surface. I was ready to unleash a torrent of words, maybe even a kick—anything to make him feel the same frustration he’d caused me.But then, James rolled over, got off me, and sat up. He started to remove his shirt, the sunlight catching the contours of his back.It was… distracting.The way his spine moved, the play of muscles beneath his skin. For a moment, I almost forgot my anger.Almost.My foot was already halfway up, aimed squarely at his backside when he spoke.His voice, low and husky, sent a shiver down my spine.“If you dare to kick me again, I'll make you cry under me.”The threat hung in the air, thick with something… dangerous.My foot dropped back to the floor like a stone.I was scared. Not just physically, but… something else.He just sat there, though, breathing deeply. Didn’t do anything. My heart finally started to slow down.And I couldn't help but stare at his
James"I said, don’t pay attention to it," I snapped, my patience wearing thin.Cheng was worrying too much. Overestimating the situation. Overestimating her."Do you really think there’s anyone in this city who dares to hurt me? Or do you think I can’t even deal with a weak, middle-aged woman who’s practically powerless? Do I look like I need bodyguards as if I’m facing some great enemy?"Silence.Cheng stared at me for a moment, then finally backed off. He knew better than to argue. He knew what I was capable of. Muay Thai, karate, firearms, grappling—I was trained, and experienced. I didn’t need protection.He was being ridiculous.We arrived at the hospital, and I wasted no time heading straight for Susan Wenger’s room.She lay there on the hospital bed, wrapped in a thin gown, a bandage around her forehead. Pale. Haggard. The same woman who had once been so full of herself, so confident.Now?She looked pathetic.Her eyes, red and swollen, stared blankly at the ceiling, lifeless.
ChengI was really starting to worry about him. As his assistant, I felt like I had a pretty good read on the situation.The CEO clearly cared about his wife, about this marriage. I’d seen it myself. Back when Zelda was still working in the office, I’d walked in on him a few times while delivering documents. He’d be staring at her, lost in his own little world.Sometimes he wouldn’t even notice me come in. And… well, he’d have this… soft smile on his face. A real smile. Not the usual, carefully constructed one.It was… love. I was sure of it. I was so happy for them back then, for the CEO and his secretly married wife. I never imagined they’d end up like this.I’d thought it was just a lovers’ quarrel. But then they signed up for their divorce. And he’d been… different ever since. Quiet. Short-tempered. There was a bitterness in his voice, even when he was just giving instructions.It was all because his wife was leaving. He was too proud to admit it, of course. But I knew. He needed
ZeldaLilian Wenger's red eyes and embarrassed flush were hard to ignore. She’s a dancer of some renown, and those in the arts often possess a certain nobility. But the comfortable life she was accustomed to was clearly weighing on her, the thought of losing it all outweighing any sense of shame.I never expected Susan to still be lying to her parents, still clinging to the fiction that James is her child’s father. My brow furrowed.“Please?” I prompted.“James has stopped investing in the Wenger family. It was agreed upon, but he’s cut us off without warning. Our funding has dried up…” This was news to me.James hadn’t breathed a word of it.“Zee, for your grandmother’s sake, you can’t just stand by and watch the Wenger family crumble. Grandma and Grandpa built that business.”Grandmother Wenger passed away when I was five. My memories are hazy, but I remember her warmth and her adoration. It’s undeniable that my adoption by the Fergusons was tied to my connection to the Wenger famil
ZeldaI woke up in the big bed at the Mansion, disoriented. The last thing I remembered was being in the car with James, the argument hanging heavy in the air. I looked down. My clothes had been changed. They were clean and fresh. Aunt Jiang, no doubt.My lips felt strange, a little sore, with a faint medicinal scent, like antiseptic. Someone had been… cleaning them? The thought made me uneasy.Aunt Jiang bustled in.“Madam, you’re finally awake! I’ve been to check on you twice. Breakfast is ready. Please eat quickly, so you can take it to your husband.”“How did I get home last night?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.“Mr. Ferguson carried you back himself, Madam. He took care of you all night before returning to the hospital. He wouldn’t let me help. I don’t know if his wound reopened. He looked so worried. His face was so pale when he left…”My brow furrowed. Guilt, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Aunt Jiang’s words painted a picture of James, concerned and carin
ZeldaA prickling sensation crawled up my spine. Something was wrong. As the man reached for me, I reacted instinctively, swinging my bag and hitting him squarely in the face.“Someone, help! Help!” I yelled, my voice ringing out across the crowded club.The commotion drew attention, but the two men were quick. One grabbed the woman in the red dress, while the other wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.“Baby, stop making trouble,” he said loudly, his voice dripping with false concern. “Let’s not quarrel, okay? It’s all my fault! Sorry, my wife drank too much…”He was trying to drag me away, to make it look like a lovers’ spat.Panic clawed at me. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that the people I’d hoped would notice were buying his act, turning back to their dancing.“I’m gay!” I shouted, desperation giving my voice an edge. “Let me and my wife go! We’re a couple! We don’t even know you!”I struggled against his grip, trying to reach the woman in the red dress. “Let
ZeldaMy heart plummeted. James… he’d lied. Deliberately.The thought echoed in my mind, a cold, sharp shard of ice. He’d manufactured this whole injury, just to manipulate me, just for the baby. The same way Hellen Ferguson only cared about the child, not about… me.The realization stung, leaving me feeling foolish and betrayed.My legs had gone numb. I hadn’t even noticed the bodyguards leaving. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees, trying to contain the rising panic. After what felt like an eternity, I forced myself to stand. I clutched the incubator, a fragile shield against the truth, and walked to his ward. I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.But as I cracked open the door, their voices drifted out, stopping me cold.“Brother has succeeded in wooing his wife? Didn’t little Zelda Liamson cry and make a fuss before, insisting on getting a divorce and going abroad?” Miguel’s voice was laced with that familiar, subtle mockery.Then Yuell Qing’s laughter was sharp
ZeldaI blinked, realizing just how cunning James really was. He hadn't explicitly said anything about cancelling the divorce, but he’d subtly manoeuvred me into this position. Unbelievable.I puffed out my cheeks."You wish! I can't even count the ways you've made me unhappy. I'm only staying temporarily because of Little One, and because your injury is partly my fault! Don't think you've won me over that easily. You're just an…apprentice husband at best!""Apprentice husband?" James raised an eyebrow.I nodded firmly. "Don't you understand? Like the interns at Ferguson's. You're on probation. Less than a month. If your performance is satisfactory, I'll consider things. But if it's not…Mr. Ferguson should be very clear on the process, right?"He was silent for a moment, then I narrowed my eyes."Do you have any objections?“He clicked his tongue, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then perhaps Mrs. Ferguson could enlighten me on the criteria for this…internship? What requirements must
Zelda"What paternity test?" I asked, my brow furrowed. I took the phone from James, staring at the report on the screen.It wasn't a paternity test at all. It was a kinship test. And the result…grandfather-granddaughter? My confusion deepened."Whose grandchild is this?"I scrolled back, finally taking in the names of the individuals involved in the assessment. My eyes widened in surprise."It's…Bai Luoqi's child?"Luoqi! It all clicked into place. He’d passed away, which explained why James was so invested in this child. Luoqi had been busy with the Bai family’s overseas business these past few years, just like Susan.They’d both been out of the Country. And then, the timing…Susan had returned with James and the Bai's. The media had assumed they were Susan’s parents, making all sorts of incorrect assumptions. No wonder they’d all come back together."So," I said slowly, piecing it together, "the Bai family's IPO is at a critical stage. Luoqi's death is a huge blow, and you’re trying
ZeldaMy mind was a whirlwind. Tissues, where were the tissues? Liamson, Zelda Liamson, that's me, and right now I was trying desperately to stop James's nosebleed. It was all so embarrassing!And then there was James, throwing that cup of water. At Xavier! His brother. I felt a surge of mortification."I told you to stop messing around!" I scolded, my cheeks burning. "This whole ward is a mess!"James, bless his heart, just looked gloomy."It's inconvenient," he mumbled, "Let's just get discharged tomorrow.""Discharged?" I exclaimed, aghast. "How can we? Your injuries aren't nearly healed! And…and I need to see Xavier. James, why did you hit him?"I turned to go out, but James grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly tight. It startled me."What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him.He seemed to realize he'd been too rough and loosened his hold a little."I think…I think my wound might have opened again. It hurts," he said, his brow furrowed.My worry instantly eclipsed everything else.
I was stunned. My head snapped back, and a jolt of disbelief running through me.“How could you even think that?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief. “There’s nothing between me and my Hammer. I don’t… I don’t like him! How could you even imagine such a thing?”James’s expression was a mixture of anger and something else… hurt? He sneered a harsh, bitter sound.“He coveted you back then. He even dared to come to the Ferguson family to propose! And in the past two years, he abandoned his life as the heir to the Yassir family to work at the Ferguson hospital… just to be near you. You kissed in the car. You hid your pregnancy. You talked about divorce. You were going to go abroad with him! And just now… you were snuggled in his arms! What am I supposed to think, Zelda? What?”His words hit me like a physical blow. He loosened his grip on my chin, but the damage was done. My neck felt strained, stretched to its limit. I stared at him, his eyes burning with a cold fury, and a wave
ZeldaHis hand, James’s hand, was a vice around my waist. His fingers pressed right on the bruise, a throbbing reminder of his unfounded anger. The scene in the ward replayed in my mind, fueling my own simmering frustration. He’d stormed out, furious, without even knowing what had happened.Then, his accusation about Hammer. I glanced at Hammer’s cheek, the fading bruise a testament to James’s… overreaction. Something snapped. I shoved him away, my brow furrowed.“James, have you said enough?!” I retorted, my voice trembling slightly. “I just fell asleep. Brother was worried I’d catch a cold and put his coat on me. Is that so terrible? I asked him for help at the airport. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why involve him?”A wave of hurt washed over me. If James hadn’t forgotten I was waiting outside, would I have fallen asleep on that bench? And he had hugged Susan in front of me, without a word of explanation, but my innocent interaction with Hammer was enough to ignite his ra